I wonder if I even slept at all last night. My mind kept reeling when I saw Cat, radiant and happy, then he vanished, like a cat in the night. Why didn't he say goodbye? My hands start to shake and I ball them into fists. No, I tell myself sternly. He made his choices and you made yours.

Even my hair looks like a disaster and with shaky hands I start to comb through the tangles, only to yelp as it snags on a lock of hair and I throw my brush across the room.

"Marinette?" Mama peeks into my room, her gentle smile smiling at me. "You okay?" Before I know it, I'm in my mother's arms bawling like a child. "I want my Cat," I sob, and she rocks me back and forth. I have moments like this sometimes, and even if Adrien is wonderful and almost perfect, I met Cat first, and there were days were only his winks and jokes got me out of bed.

"I know, honey. I know. You may not think it, but I'm sure Cat has always loved you and still does, just like you." My sobs eventually turn into hiccups and I wipe my eyes. "Your the best mother in the world," I hug her. She kisses my forehead. "Thank you, your the best daughter a mother could ask for. Now, dry your eyes. I have a feeling a handsome young man will be here soon to see you."

I splash water on my face, tying up my hair in a messy knot and come downstairs. My tears may be dry, but today there is a hole in my heart. I curl up on the couch and watch the clock, ticking away like my heartbeat until Adrien arrives.

Mama asks to speak to Adrien in the hall, and I know she's concerned about me.

I feel sluggish as we head out the door. "So, Starbucks or pancakes for breakfast?" he asks with that smile I love, those green eyes sparkling...Breathe. "I don't care," I snap, hating that I'm moody at him, but I'm not in a good mood to chat. "Okay…" his voice trails off. "Is there something you want to talk about?" I shake my head.

I'm not really a fan of crowded and noisy places and today with my emotions, Starbucks is especially loud. "Do you want your usual with whip cream today?" Adrien asks, and my temper flares like a white hot match. "Order me whatever. I'm going to sit down."

Before Adrien can respond, I stomp away, feeling more alone then ever. Breathe, Ladybug, breathe. But the air is constricting, like a boa constrictor is wrapping itself around my airways and my heart. I need to leave and leave now before I have a panic attack.

My sluggish legs aren't obeying me, but I force myself to jog. Just fifteen steps and you'll be in fresh air….

"M'lord, I polished the jewels, just like you asked," Edgar presented the small box holding Ladybug's Miraculous. He polished his monocle and waited eagerly. Corvus slowly lifted the lid, eyes greedy for shiny and power. "When I insert the earrings to my ears, I believe a small creature appears." Corvus made a sound like a beak clacking. "If it refuses, it will be a nice snack." Edgar hid his shiver.

Corvus attached the earrings and closed his eyes, this were power begin! "Ahem, cough, er, M'lord, nothing's happening," Edgar squeaked. Corvus opened his eyes, now black with rage and slammed a hand down on the desk. "That blasted bug! She and her convincing friend tricked me! Well, I'm about to teach her a lesson not to mess with Corvus Crow!"

With a flurry of feathers, Corvus launched himself into the air and out the window, intent on teaching the little ladybug of Paris, not to mess with a Master Crow.

Corvus scoured the city, his wings beating rapidly. Then his eyes caught a sight of red, and he flew lower for a closer look.

"Ladybug, please tell me what's wrong! We can work things out, but not if we don't talk about it!" Adrien was yelling at her as Ladybug was walking way. Corvus knew while Ladybug's back was turned, this was his time to strike.

Launching into a dizzying dive, Corvus rammed into Adrien's stomach, causing the model to cry out in pain. Corvus, too, felt pain, now with an injured beak and flapped away.

"Adrien!" I turn when I hear his cry, running over to him. "Corvus got me!" He gasps as he clutches his middle, and I can see that his fingers are stained with blood. Home is to far away, but there's a manhole leading to the sewer not ten feet away. If Adrien can make that far, I may be able to patch him up.

"Lean on me," I lift his arm gentle onto my shoulder. "We just need to make it to that cover," I tell him, and he nods, his brow covered in sweat.

Once down in the coolness of sewers, I prop him against the wall, and call for my Lucky Charm. Surely, it will give me a medical kit, right? Wrong. What drops into my hands is a scissors, a bottle of water and rag.

And then the pieces fall together. To help Adrien, I need to detransform. Breathe. Okay, first thing's first, cut away that shirt.

"Your not planning on stabbing me, are you, Little Bug?" I give him a weak smile. "Can you take off your shirt?" he smirks and pulls it over his head. Well, at least I don't have to worry about clumsy moments. I wish I had some alcohol to put on the wound, but I'll use what I've got. I pour water onto the rag, cleaning it the best I can. The whole isn't deep, but it is concerning. "To patch you up, I need to detransform," I whisper, holding his hand. "Oh," he replies quietly. "Would you like me to shut my eyes?" I shake my head. "No, I've waited long enough to tell you who I am. Spots Off."